Pit- pat, Pit -pat, it starts to rain,
water everywhere even out of drains,
accompanied by a gentle breeze,
that is almost just a way to tease.
The clouds cry their eyes out,
which cleans the trees without a doubt,
what about all us humans around,
in our own worries we are selfishly drowned.
The rain helps in cleaning us too,
washing our feet, maybe our eyes too,
disguised in the rain come out my tears,
clears me of all my unnecessary fears.
Rain does more good than harm,
it's all part of it's wonderful charm,
It tricked me into releasing my inhibitions, (courtesy natasha bedingfeld- unwritten)
which led to freedom of my imagination.
All of a sudden the puddles seemed inviting,
for boating or for just insane jumping,
A walk in the rain always gets me to think,
of all those smiles that wont return with a blink.
Rain and memories are synonyms to me,
both good and bad come floating back to me,
it's all about picking the right one,
to make sure the rainy day stays pure fun.